“Do you really think you can run from me?!”
Wu Jian felt iron fill his mouth as he gnashed his teeth together. His breathing had grown heavy as he raced through the trees, leaping over roots, ducking under branches. His hanfu kept getting snagged while he ran, so he had long since ditched it and was now wearing nothing more than his undergarments.
He barely felt the cold night air.
The blood pumping through his vains was like fire.
His chest and legs burned as he ran.
“Come back here! I won’t let you escape, Wu Jian! I’m going to kill you! Do you hear me?!”
Wu Fei’s shouts echoed to him as he ran, the older boy hot on his heels. Wu Jian had managed to keep ahead purely by stint of knowing this forest better than his foe. He and Wu Meiying had used this area as a training ground for the past several years.